Delusion

Chapter 23.

We stop at the store before we leave because Harry insists on buying me a pillow and blanket for the ride. It took alot of arguing but Harry won of course.

I lay my head up against the window and pull the blanket over my body. The radio plays quietly in the background as we drive. I think Harry thinks im asleep because he is quietly singing and humming to the song that is playing. His voice is heavenly. After a while of listening to his voice I find myself drifting off to sleep.

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I feel a warm hand move my shoulder gently, awakening me from my deep slumber. I open my eyes to meet Harry's. He's smiling down at me, making him look much younger and innocent.

"Were here. Take your time and stretch, im going to run in and do something quickly. Come in when your ready." He smiles, moving a piece of hair behind my hair.

I nod and and I sit up. I almost gasp at the house infront of me. There is a huge house over looking a lake. The sight is absolutely breath taking. Its a brown house with a huge deck that wraps around the house. Theres a dock right on the lake. Everything about it is perfect.

I stand up and make my way to the front of the house. I make sure to take my time so I can look around the area. Im just stunned at why Harry would bring me out here.There could be over a hundred reasons why he brought me out here. Knowing Harry it could be anything.

I open up the front door and look around for Harry. I walk into the living room and find Harry sitting on the couch with his arms behind his head, starring at the ceiling.

"Hey." I softly say to him, while running my fingers through his hair.

"Hey, I have to show you something." he smiles.

I watch him get up and there's a sad look a crossed his face. He sighs and gets up, grabbing my hand and leading me to a door. He pulls out some keys and unlocks the door.

He turns on the light and I look around. It's a large room room with a desk in the corner of the room. There's also a bookshelf with many kinds of books on the shelf.

"This was my moms office I guess you could say. She spent a lot of her time in here." he said, taking a seat in a black chair.

I nod to show I'm still listening. I look at the bookshelf and realize that she used to write journals. There's over 20 books that have 'Journal' written on the spine. As much as I want to pull one from the shelf and read it, I cant. I need to listen to Harry. He needs me right now.

I walk over and stand In between his legs and set my hands on his shoulders, giving him my full attention.

"She'd always be in here writing something. I've just recently found out that she kept journals, but she was always a writer. She has been writing stories for as long as I can remember. Before she got sick she finished her most recent book. I still haven't read it. I can't bring myself to do it." I look at him and I can see tears brimming in his eyes but he quickly looks down trying to hide it.

I tilt his head up so he's looking at me, and run my hand through his hair. Hes so vulnerable right now and it's almost a scary thing to witness.

"You know I've never shown anyone this before, right?" He looks at me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him. He wraps his arms around my waist. I can feel his breathing slow down.

"Can we do this more often? I like having my fave in your boobs." he chuckles.

I swat at his arm and pull back. He smirks at me before lifting me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the room. I screaming and laughing at the same time and trying to wiggle out of his grip. He opens another door and throws me on a bed.

He runs over to me and jumps on top of me chuckling lightly. He puts both of his hands on either side of my head, supporting himself up. He leans down, biting his lip. His lips are inches from mine. His lips brush mine, but then he grabs my waist and starts tickling me. I scream out in laughter as he tickles all over my body. He throws his head back in laughter which makes his dimples pop.

It's amazing how minutes ago tears where developing in his eyes and now he is laughing, and being playful. As much as it makes me crazy, I think I may be falling for him.

He stops and Crawls to the top of the bed. He lays up against the headboard and motions me to lay beside him. I do as he says and lays beside him, laying my head against his chest. I listen to the sound of his heart beating.

We sit there in silence and I find myself drifting off to sleep multiple times bit force myself to open my eyes again.

"Lace, are you awake?"

"Yeah." I tiredly said.

"I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate you listening to me and coming out here with me." he said, his voice low and raspy.

I smile to myself and Lean up and press my lips against his softly. "Your welcome Harry. I'm just happy your opening up to me." I smile.

"I'm trying my best." He honestly said.

"I know you are." I reassure him.

"Go to sleep. You have to be tired. I'll wake you in the morning." he said, kissing my forehead.

I lay my head in his Chest again and fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating